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15strangers2017-06-12 02:58 pm
strangerpeople) wrote in 15strangers2017-06-12 02:58 pm
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FINAL WEEK
[Soon after, many of the figures lay dead. They bodies are splayed all over the stage. The female, however, seems to be gone.
Where did she go? What is she planning? It's unknown. But, soon after the Titled leave the Debate Hall, they are struck with a vivid vision. It is quick, but strong. Another dream, and this time, it is a waking dream.
Another memory. The Depths haven't been cleaned, either. The halls are silent, and no new doors seem to have opened. Yet deep down, you know. The end is near.
Its time to get ready. So, get ready, Titled.
There are seven strangers left.]
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[He gives one of the corpses a nudge with his foot.]
Just figured the room full of corpses would be the last place to find you.
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I don't care anymore. I just want to meet Mira again... for that, I don't care what I have to do.
[His ring is still on his finger, even though that means it's soaked in gore.]
I'm certain she won't mind.
Gore over here
[Now that he remembers her, he can't help worrying about MOMO. Her cries for his help are vivid in his mind after that vision, and though his ankle tattoo tells him there's still more he doesn't remember...but that just worries him more, not knowing if she's safe.
He knows she'd be horrified at what he's about to do, especially as a Realian, but she's already seen the monster hiding behind his childish face. He doesn't hesitate as he sits down with an armory knife to carve muscle from bone.]
Just that much more motivation to leave that invisible bitch and any of her accomplices just like these guys.
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He doesn't voice agreement with that motivation, though. Instead, his teeth simply grit in anger and he lowers his head, though it's hard to tell if it's sorrow or something more complicated than that.]
No... that's not enough. I need answers from them.
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[His knife moves with the harshness of anger.]
We'll pry their pathetic excuses and justifications out of them, make them tell us how to get home, and maybe then I'll be merciful and finish them off quick. But whatever we find out, they die. We can't risk them doing something like this again.
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... That's just the thing, Jr. Don't you think they already are? We even got those random guys coming in.
[He has to put the heart down beside him so his hands won't squeeze it disgustingly. They shake just a bit.]
You have no idea how many more people could be in danger...
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[Muscle tears free from tendon and he starts on another one, evidently intending to strip the corpse to the skeleton.]
But if she escapes, and we go home? They could decide we were just too troublesome and start this over with a less stubborn bunch, and we'd never know. That's the part that scares me. We can't undo what they've already done to us, or that other group, or anyone else already going through this. But we can make damn sure it doesn't happen again.
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Eric stands to move on to the next corpse and take its heart out as well. It's mechanical, like he's already gotten used to it. He hasn't though, or else he wouldn't have this distracted tone of voice.]
I just want to save her. Or avenge her. Whichever's... necessary, but I won't rest now until it's all over.
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[He glances up at Eric.]
Hey, if you're worried about them using those harm potions against us, I can handle getting rid of the hearts.
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I was actually going to make some for me to use. So, I'm going to be touching them anyway... it's better if I'm the one doing it.
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[As evidenced by the fact that he's continuing to cut even as he talks.]
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You keep trying to take burdens off me, Jr... it's too late though.
At least if I tear these guys apart, I'll feel like we were really on the same side, all of you. I was never really part of the team, you know? Just looking out for me and Mira... I can't believe any of you even like me.
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[He pauses cutting to look at the back of his right hand. He can't see it, and it would blend in with the blood even if he could, but he knows his number is still there. Sitting over the scar, mocking his inability to escape his brand. To escape what he is.]
I was made, specifically, to be a leader. That means concern for the people I'm responsible for is written into my DNA. I don't expect everyone else to be that focused on other people. But, you helped me out when we were investigating what happened to Ai and Harley, and you did your best to help calm Alexia down after they read that note. That already makes you part of the team. And for what it's worth? I'm sorry I've been such an ass to you. So, truce?
[He puts his knife down and holds out his hand. His fingers and palm are covered with blood, but it's not like Eric's hands aren't already worse.]
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[The protests die in Eric's throat, because he wasn't expecting a real apology or truce in a million years and he isn't sure how to feel about that. But at this point in time, acceptance by any of the other titled is a relief. It's been really hard to do this on his own. Maybe someday he'll properly explain, though he doesn't have the courage or full capacity to trust right now.
So, he'll hesitantly reach back, and then more firmly take his hand. It is a very gross and manly handshake, both drenched in the blood of their common enemy.]
Yeah. And... I'm sorry too, for everything.